Beta's Mate (Siberian Volkov Pack Romance Series Book 8) by Caryn Moya Block Page B

appreciation. “I think I’ll go read a book, maybe a romance where the heroine finds her perfect mate.” Susan glared at Brenda and marched out of the room.
    Granger chuckled and opened the refrigerator. “Can I get you anything?” he asked while scrounging inside. He found a dish of left over spaghetti and put it in the microwave.
    “No, thanks. I ate a bowl of delicious bread pudding. I’ll have to ask your mom for the recipe. When does she get back?”
    “She and Dad will be back in a couple of days. I’m sure she’d like that.”
    The microwave dinged and Granger sat at the table to eat. Brenda sat cradling her cup of coffee in her hands. Just looking at her made him want her again. He took a bite of his food without tasting it. All he could see were Brenda’s long fingers wrapped around her mug. The way her bathrobe gaped open giving him a glimpse of creamy flesh. Her lips touching the side of the cup as she took a drink of the warm liquid. Then the tip of her tongue licking her lips as she lowered her hands to the table.
    Brenda looked into his eyes. She shuddered. “Don’t look at me like that,” she whispered.
    “How am I looking at you?”
    “Like you want to gobble me up.”
    “Ah, but I do want to gobble you up.” Granger pushed his now empty plate to the side. He rose and leaned over the table. “I want my tongue inside you, licking up all that luscious cream…”
    “Granger, you can’t say things like that to me,” Brenda said, rising from her chair and backing slowly away.
    “It’s the truth,” Granger said, stalking her around the table. “I want to make you scream my name in pleasure.”
    Brenda backed up farther, her eyes sparkling, her face flushed.
    “Run,” Granger said, licking his lips. He sent erotic pictures floating in his mind telepathically into her thoughts. “Run,” he said, taking another step towards her.
    Brenda’s eye widened. Then she whipped around and ran out of the room heading for the stairs. Granger ran after her, smiling. He couldn’t wait to have her again.
    Brenda laughed as she made it to the top of the stairs and into their room. Granger followed her inside, slamming the door behind him. He expected to see her lying on the bed waiting for him, but the bed was empty. He stopped, puzzled, and turned around. A bundle of warm woman, hit him squarely in the chest, and he fell backwards onto the bed. Brenda landed on top of him.
    She leaned down and licked his ear. “I think it’s my turn to make you crazy.”
    “Baby, I’m already crazy for you,” Granger said, smiling. He reached for the tie around her waist and then pushed the robe from her shoulders.
    Brenda shrugged the robe to the floor and then reached for the zipper on his pants. He sprang from the binding, already erect with want. She pushed the material down his legs so he could kick it off.
    She sat on his thighs, her gaze alight with humor. “Now, where should I start?” Brenda tweaked a nipple with her fingers. “Here?” She ran her fingers down his chest and then to his stomach, scoring lightly with her nails. She followed the line of hair down to his groin and twirled the hair around with her fingers. “Or here?”
    Granger grew harder with each swipe of Brenda’s fingers. She drove him crazy, though he would never admit it to her. He ran his hands down her sides, feeling her soft skin and the indentation of her waist.
    “Aren’t you going to answer me?” Brenda asked, with a little pout.
    “I am yours, sweetheart. My body is your playground. Drive me crazy,” Granger said, running his hands up to her breasts and cupping the soft globes in his hands. He rubbed his thumbs over her nipples and felt them begin to harden. Brenda shivered.
    “None of that. I can’t concentrate when you do that. Put your hands on the bed, this is my turn.”
    Granger held his hands up in surrender. Brenda pushed them down onto the bed. She leaned over and licked his nipple swirling her tongue